Chatper 830 (1/2)
Mrs. Pei looked up at Zhao Mengmeng directly to let her know what she meant.
"I don't think we have anything to say, honorable Mrs. Pei, please go back quickly." Zhao Mengmeng endured and endured, but in the end she still behaved impolitely.
"Why are you..." You are so stubborn? So angry?
Zhao Mengmeng didn't bother to pay attention, "If Mrs. Pei insists on blocking the way here, then I will only ask the police to deal with it."
Her father has such a demeanor, Zhao Mengmeng doesn't mind being this villain at all.
No matter what the purpose of the Pei family's people coming here, she doesn't care at all.
"Zhao Mengmeng, why are you so stubborn? The Pei family did feel sorry for you before, but they also made some compensation. Didn't you accept the 50 million?"
"Oh, so do you want me to give it back to you?" Zhao Mengmeng crossed her arms around her chest and asked leisurely.
She confessed to the fact that she accepted the money and was directly told by Mrs. Pei.
"I'm not here to tell you this today." Mrs. Pei stood up straight with dignity.
Seeing that the conversation was interesting, although she said that she didn't go into Zhao's house and it was impolite to stand at the door, but for the sake of her son, Mrs. Pei endured it.
Her eyes fell on Zhao Mengmeng's belly, which looked very big, and she didn't know when she was going to give birth.
Mrs. Pei's expression kept changing, this Zhao Mengmeng already had Chen Yang's child, and this child could not be taken away no matter what.
This time, Zhao Mengmeng's child cannot be dealt with hastily like the old man did before.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Pei pointed at Zhao Mengmeng's stomach: "How many months old is your stomach?"
"What's the matter with Qianqing?" Zhao Mengmeng asked with a sneer.
The angry Mrs. Pei's expression changed, "Zhao Mengmeng, a girl, don't be so hostile. After all, I'm also an elder. Is this the upbringing of your Zhao family?"
Mrs. Pei's move turned from embarrassment into anger.
She has suffered three consecutive losses in the Zhao family, and no one in the Zhao family takes her seriously.
"I don't need you to care about my upbringing. This is one. Second, I don't have so much time to talk about upbringing with you. I will give you a minute. If the car doesn't drive away, I will call the police directly." Zhao Mengmeng does what she says.
The Pei family bullied others first, and she will not tolerate it again and again, and she is not a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.
"Stop, wait for me to finish speaking!" Mrs. Pei was not afraid of Zhao Mengmeng calling the police.
Calling the police is nothing more than a trivial matter, and it is still such a small problem.
The point is that calling the police will embarrass the Pei family. She can't really ask Zhao Mengmeng to call the police.
"The child in your womb belongs to Chen Yang. I think you are about to give birth. This time, the Pei family will not embarrass you like before. You are a girl, and it is really not easy to conceive in October. But have you thought about it?" In the future? Without a father, a child's life is missing and incomplete."
Mrs. Pei was able to calm down from the anger just now, and she was so empathetic and reasonable, which made Zhao Mengmeng look at her with admiration.
It's just that, if it sounds so nice, it always feels like honey with poison.
The real purpose is in the back.
Zhao Mengmeng watched coldly, but wanted to see what Mrs. Pei's purpose was.
"You think so, too? You are young now, and you don't understand the difficulties in the future. When a real child is sensible and asks about his father, have you thought about it?"
"Speak directly!" Zhao Mengmeng listened impatiently to her rationale.
Mrs. Pei's expression froze, and she cursed a few words in her heart.
"What I mean is, now that you have children, Chenyang has not given up on you. I am not such a difficult person. In this case, I don't care about what happened to you before. I will make a decision for you and agree with you. Marriage with Chen Yang."
Mrs. Pei waved her hand, telling herself the ultimate purpose of coming.